Golden Rays

[darkunslint]

Darkun felt his hat fall onto the sand behind him, his long azure blue hair fell from his hat and wafted to his bum, touching the sand slightly. It fell slightly in front of his eyes, giving a large breath of air he blew it out of his eyes and turned to look at Sam. “ Sam.” He was about to tell the secret he was meaning to tell for quite a while.

A finger fell unto his lips, pressing against them lightly, it made Darkun want to be so… wanted. He almost kissed the finger, but it was withdraw before he had the chance, he looked over to his friend, shuffled closer to him, and lay down to his side, and stared at him.

Darkun didn’t know what he should do, for now, the best thing he could do was enjoy the time they had together. He opened his eyes and looked for Sams. “ Can we just lay here… for a bit… please?” he pleaded.

[Ellie who has 0%]

"Mmhm," the mutant hummed softly feeling the waves licked at his bare sand coated toes, "we're not in a rush to go anywhere just yet. Are we?"

Amber eyes blinked at the other seeing the bright long hair. "I never thought your hair was that long, yet you managed to keep it up in that hat. I'm surprised you don't feel to heated with it all pinned up in there. You should wear it out. It feels freer that way."

Samael thought changing the subject would ease Darkun some as he fiddled with his own hair. "I think I may cut all of this stuff off. It grows quickly nor do I like to use roses to hold them. Tiger Lily was found of putting flowers in my hair."

[darkunslint]

“I never thought your hair was that long, yet you managed to keep it up in that hat. I'm surprised you don't feel too heated with it all pinned up in there. You should wear it out. It feels freer that way."

Darkun fiddled with the long hair a little, he brushed it around, and the sand clung to the trails that led to the beach. The waves washed over his feet, soothing him, the sun radiated on his skin. “I don’t know. I don’t like other people seeing my hair. There’s only you that I trust.” He didn’t know why, he hadn’t known Sam all that long yet already he felt connected to him. Was it because he wanted his heart… maybe I more ways than one.

"I think I may cut all of this stuff off. It grows quickly nor do I like to use roses to hold them. Tiger Lily was found of putting flowers in my hair."

“Why?” he wondered, “It looks so beautiful, the colour of it reminds me of the sun today, and the roses just make you look even more flowery.” He liked to think of Sam like a flower, delicate, beautiful but potentially dangerous if you where to grip it too tightly; the thorns would surely cause pain. “You never told me much of where you came from. Just that you was treated worse than I was… What happened there?” he asked in a nonchalant way, for now, his mind was well and truly distracted.

[Ellie who has 0%]

Samael chuckled as he stared up at the endless sunset as the warm colored clouds floated by. He didn't know what to say, since he was hardly around many people to compliment him. Then again the dynamics of Solace amongst the humes was different, his aesthestics were required to be death wrapped up in a beautiful packet,"I suppose so, but I wonder if I want to be flowery."

Her brows quirked as his amber eyes drifted towards Darkun, so he was using his curiosity as a diversion. Crossing his legs, he rested his arms behind his head. He hummed as his toes tapped the air clearly.

"I was born away from this planet in another. The city I was raised in was Solace, who knows if its still standing now." He sighned heavily, "Continuing, at times, the people lived in harmony...as harmonic a world can get. There was still chaos and what not, but the mutants were highly welcomed. I don't know when the diversity of people's mutation started to grow, but the typical response of fear wasn't the case...for a while."

"From what I've been taught, the mutants began overpowering everyone else taking political control and what not. The humes started to live in fear, especially when the mass controllers are people with genetic defect that enabled what was one thought as supernatural such as: elementals, anthropods, beserkers, telekensis, empaths, vibrokinetics, healers, technopaths, and so on. That's when a savior borned and raised in Solace grew up for a solution." Samael started to pull away his blonde hair to expose his neck, which still had a dark thick ring around it.

"Some how and in some way, with the secret trapped in the Claudius Empire, he made a shocking mechanism in a collar that triggers whenever mutants use their gift or act out of conduct. For example, if a pyro becomes to heated to a dangerous level, an eletric shock emits painful enough that he/she will stop. I'm sure you can make out the rest. An enslavement has begun."

Samael leaned up to cover the burn spots; he had never admired looking at them, since they were ugly caused by greedy individuals, "Some mutants hid away in slums being hunted down by hunters to be sold in the industry of the slave market. The life of a mutant varies among their masters. Tigerlily, a feline hybrid, was a pleasure slave for her master; she was renamed Dulce Novia, but being like a cat she was quite stubborn."

"Any stubborn mutants can easily be thrown in The Arena, a ring for humes entertainment which can result to a fight to the death, survival, or first knock out, or they can be shipped for experimentating. Fortunately, I was just a servant in House of DeSalle." His brows wrinkled remembering their faces, especially the two troublesome children, "I was sold like a puppy being bred from parents I never seen. Naturally I had two flora parents, and they hoped to get a flora offspring. There have been cases when a child didn't have the mutation. What happened to them...no idea."

"In the house of DeSalle, I was named Victor, and the kept and raised me for years until they found out I was a dud, an offspring of mutants without the mutation. They never turned me in as one though, but shipped me away for experimentating. They do recieve profits for donations. For me, my 'gift' didn't trigger or awakened with the DeSalle. I guess that was a curse. When the Institute got a hold of me and found that I was a late bloomer, they started their passion, experimenting and science."

"So you asked what happened there? From then on I was an experiement. Since everything about me from my manipulation and such are genetics, they were trying to see can they manipulate my genes as well. I was the trials of enhancing my genetics versus trying to strip out my mutation." Samael's eyes flicked over to Darkun then back up to the clouds. "They made me more lethal with test injections to see if I had immunity and can coexist with natural poisons. Even my saliva, blood, and what not have to be sampled with care, which is wear I get my name, God's Poison."

"They may not have been able to extend me like a rubber band, but can add a few kinks. I'm practically a walking lethal injection." The mutant snorted, "even my plants started to change with me. Atleast my future as a pleasure slave was crossed off. I've heard little whispers that I am a perfect weapon. Thankfully I never found out what for, but I can only imagine of what they would use someone with high aesthetics, but deadly. They could've used me to fish out mutants. Perhaps...perhaps..."

"I would only say that the excessive painful measures they took to see if I 'worked' properly to their wishes stings the most," Samael sighed, "I recieved enough burns from that and punishment for rebellion. They had to kill Tigerlily she was far too free-spirited for their liking."
(post 1,500)

[darkunslint]

((sorry, muse is blah))

Darkun listened to what Sam had to say, he listened intently, he was revealing more of himself to him, and that meant that… did he truly trust him now? No… There wasn’t a point in getting ahead of himself yet.

“They killed Tiger-lily… because she was too free minded” He practically gasped, why would people do this kind of thing. “Why did they do it...? I don’t understand, why would they want to, there wasn’t a need” he looked back up to Sam, his blue hair swaying in the breeze, his feet washed with the salty sand and his nostrils indulging in the sweet scents that came with being near Sam.

He held back his tears, he had done enough crying, he didn’t want Sam to be upset with him again, instead, he hid behind his mask. “How did you get away? Did the world die?”

[Ellie who has 0%]

"Tigerlily was very rebellious and hardly cooperated; she left her mark on a few interns, and you would know exactly which lab she was in, always left a mess from her fighting. They think of it as a rabid dog, a danger to society and must be shot down. Tigerlilly was a caged wild spirit, who attempted many escapes."

His head titled trying to remember exactly how he escaped, "That day, They were preparing for a presentation think of it as a fair in a sense, but the subject of interest were all the same mutants, and technology. I was to go with them, one of their somewhat success stories. The fair was small and only for some of the elite. With all the things they make, they didn't want other nations leeking their discoveries and creations."

Samael streteched his aching muscles, "I don't know what may have become of me that day. I could've been sold if someone had enough money, but that day I let curiosity get the best of me. I was instructed to meet at the Northen Chambers to be dressed properly. Instead, I roamed a bit before finding an odd machinery. I never been able to interact with it, but I thought something was in it, since it's entry was very large."

"I assume it was some failed project being left behind; it was called Dorothy for some reason, but crawling into it out of nowhere dumped me here. I guess Seth saw me and followed suit. I wish not to go back to that world. I'm more concerned for the fellow mutants though."

[darkunslint]

“Heh, im glad you did go through it. Im not alone anymore because you did” Darkun let out a smile, and this one felt truly real to him, although he knew better.

He laid backwards a bit, staring up at the sun as it shone down on the two of them, it was so peaceful, he would usually hate this place with so little shadow but because he was with Sam it felt right. He let his hand drift to one side in a nonchalant fashion until the tip of his finger was just touching Sam’s hand. This was nice. “ I like it here, we should bring Seth here with us some time” He wondered were the elemental had gone, he hadn’t seen him in so long.

“I wonder, if your world was as bad as that… Do I really want to know what my past was like?” he wondered the self-preserved question aloud. He had his thoughts, but he was missing too many pieces of the jigsaw to decide what the picture was. Peoples faces, names, places they were all missing, he just had a … guess if anything.

He hummed a slow tune to go with the sun, shifting his hand a little further towards Sams, the top segment of his middle finger attempted to rest gently on Sams palm.

[Ellie who has 0%]

"Hmm, yes we can if Seth wasn't such a vagabond. I guess with being so many elements he can't help himself, but to roam. He is the wind, the ever flowing ocean, and ever burning fire."

Turning his head, Samael watched Darkun's every move to make sure he wasn't going to start crying soon or was hiding it. "Well it depends on how much you depend on your past. Some people feel that not knowing who they were means that they can't have a future. Very few can cope and move on to make their future without learning of it, while others roam confused speculating."

Feeling his fingers, the mutant laced his with the other, "Don't be afraid if you want to know of your past. Just slowly try remember when you're sure you can bare the weight of it all. Generally memories our blocked by traumatic experience, and sometimes the other personality harbors those memories as a coping mechanism. So if you want to know do it slowly."

"Alright," his thumb rubbed against the others knuckles.

[darkunslint]

Darkun had a sensation pass through him. It felt strange, one that he couldn’t remember. He knew it was just his mind playing tricks on him, but he wanted to believe it was real. He felt… loved.

Darkun clasped his hand around Sams as they lay there in the sun, it was a perfect first date for the gods poison and the shadow.

“You know. Im starting to get better with my shadows, ever since I met you… I can… feel them, like they’re a part of me.” He showed what he meant my willing his shadow to form into a small ball by merely thinking it. “ I don’t need to use hand commands anymore… I think it’s growing because im near you.” He smiled lightly at his friend, the ball drifting over towards Sam and resting on his stomach before turning into caressing tendrils. To anyone but Darkun they probably felt cold, but perhaps in a seductive way.

“I like being… with you” he spoke, almost blurted out, he was really poor at these kind of situations, he didn’t know how to handle them properly. He had no memories of love.

“I do want my memories back. If I knew my past… At least it would be one more thing off my mind. At the minute I only have bits and pieces… but… Dawa seems to know it all… if he found them, surely I can too.” He smiled, closed his eyes in the sun, allowing the shadows to creep up to Sams hair and stroke through it.

“Project Shadow, alias Darkun. Found wandering along the suburbs, brought to us with the ability to move shadows along the floor. Where did you obtain these powers was you born with them?”

“I don’t remember…”

“You claim to have full memory loss. Can you remember anything?”

“No… just… a tree”

“ A tree?”

“Yes.”

“ Since coming to the academy your powers have expanded, is the objective that we have set you clear?”

“ I am to..K…and FO…”(fuzzed out part of memory)

“Correct. We need a bit more, we need to push your powers further to obtain this goal, and you will be useful to us Shadow.”

“I understand. And if I do then you’ll help me get back my memories?”

“Of course, that was our agreement. I am ever so /sorry/ about the treatment but it is the only way to expand your powers.”

“If it means I can obtain my memories, I will do anything.”

“We are glad to hear that. It makes the process far easier.”



“It was all a lie… he never was going to help, he wanted his own goals… but they didn’t get them did they…”

Darkun opened his eyes, his muttering had stopped, all that he had just remembered he had spoken out loud. It was coming back if he tried, but the more he did so… the more concerned he grew.

[Ellie who has 0%]

"Well that's good your getting better. Perhaps Dawa won't break out again," Samael chuckled at the improvement as a bundle of shadows wiggled his way. The shadows were cold to the touch, and normally his stomach will dip away from the chilliness, but it was soothing after all the training he forced himself to do. He couldn't take to much of it as it started to tickle, and his fingers flicked it away before he can start giggling in laughter.

Brows arched at the next sentence he said. It felt like a first, since he never had many 'friends' as company or enough company to become friends to enjoy his compainionship. It actually made him smile. Of-course there was Seth, but their connection was more of a natural one, since they are elements. This one felt more volunatry all on free will.

"Good, that means you'll stick around. Perhaps much longer than Seth. Also as time goes, you'll get your strength and your memories back. It looks like a win-win situation to me. Right?" Samael looked towards him waiting for a response, but recieve none. He wiggled his hand to shake Darkun, but he was still...camatouse or dazed.

"Darkun? Darkun?" Removing his hand from him, Samael crawled towards the other to see him look so blank. Was he remembering something? Should he break him from it or wait? He never was placed in such scenario that he felt cluesless and helpless. All he did was lightly tap his cheek and repeat his name again. "Darkun? DARKUN!"

“It was all a lie… he never was going to help, he wanted his own goals… but they didn’t get them did they…”

Amber eyes looked down at him as Samael leaned over him with his hand planted firmly next to his head. His eyes narrowed to seek out any tears having a feeling he remembered something that may make him cry. "There you-"

He stopped himself from flooding the concern he had on him and redirected with, "Did you remembered something?"

[darkunslint]

Darkun looked up, he had just come out of his little daze… “ it was weird… I was… project shadow.” Darkun opened his mouth, and then recited his memory word for word, what exactly had happened.

“Sam…” He leaned in slowly, moving his head towards Sams, his lips folded up at the corners, as he pressed his own against Sams. The sun shining behind them, it glared down a beautiful selection of golden rays. The kiss was only for a few moments, but to Darkun, it seemed to last an eternity. Slowly, Darkun moved backwards, his azure blue eyes reflecting the amber glow of Sams. “ Tell me… do you feel … anything? I need to know… if you can feel”

Darkun looked to the sand, he needed to know if this would work. He wanted to be with Sam forever, but to do that, he would have to tell the awful truth to Sam. The truth that could mean the end of their friendship.

[Ellie who has 0%]

"Project Shadow?" Samael repeated not grasping the relevance of the information until Darkun explained further. His eyes wiggled as the images began reeling in his mind as the procedures sound all to familiar causing his muscles twitch and his chest tighten. W-was he in Solace? It was far too coincidental.

Now Samael was starting to space as he tried to imagine on the earlier memory that Darkun wanted to tell him, the one that made him cry so heavily that amplified when Dawa rippled free. Hearing his name, he swiftly snapped out of it to quickly that it was almost painful. "Huh?"

He was at lost of words and too filled with remorse of silencing him and the possibility of Darkun going through the same ordeal as he had and forgot about it. Amber eyes flicked back up to blue eyes, and they were filled with concern. What other harsh memories labored within him?

His brows furrowed in concern as Darkun leaned closer to him. "If there's any-"
He was about to open the floor for Darkun to tell him anything he wanted to say, including the bottle up memories that broke free, but his words silenced once feeling the heat of ones lips and breathing against his. His eyes snapped open more alert as his breathing hitched to a halt.

Cheeks flushed instantly at this level of inexperienced intimacy that he nearly forgotten how hazardous and poisonous he was. Luckily the kiss didn't last long as Darkun wiggled away from him. Feeling his eyes on him, he looked up to meet blue eyes that trapped him like a speechless fawn. He never was intimate with anyone and never thought he was going to share it with a...male.

One surprising thing came after another; this time it was an odd question. "W-w-well yes I can feel. W-w-why won't I be able to feel?"

Seriously after being kissed so randomly all one can do was feel

[darkunslint]

“Sam… I…” Darkun didn’t know how to say this. After all of this, after his kiss had been planted he felt the love, the emotion that it brought… but they were just fake emotions formed by his mind. His heart… was Sam.

“I’ve pieced my past together… And I’m afraid you won’t like me anymore.” Darkun’s lips quivered, as if the kiss they had shared had stolen his life from him. “I was found by scientists, they hadn’t seen anything like me before. They wanted to stretch my power as far as it would go, their aims was to make me an actual shadow, rather than a manipulator of them. During their experiments I was electrocuted, tortured… it worked, I grew, but not to what they wanted. I couldn’t become a shadow.” He grimaced as the next words came from his mouth, his hand was still clasped into Sam’s, and his hand instinctively squeezed as he spoke. “I died Sam… I died. And then I awoke in the manor. Amadeus helped me realise this…”

He left a small pause, trying to gather the courage to say the few words that was left to say, the ones that could quite possibly end their relationship before it had really begun. “I’m a nobody.” He said it out loud. He whimpered lightly, his eyes full of sorrow, the deep blue ocean colour had become almost so dark, and it was now an abyss at the bottom of the sea, not the azure caressing colour.

Darkun didn’t know what he could say; he opened his mouth again to try and speak but could only get out one last phrase. “You are… my heart”

[Ellie who has 0%]

"… And I’m afraid you won’t like me anymore.”

Amber eyes snapped wider, then sharpened intensely to read Darkun. He didn't comprehend the chains of events that was thrown his way. His brows furrowed in a frown not like the feeling of cluelessness and demanded, "What are you talking about?"

Every word the flowed through his ears made his eyes wondered as images rippled in his head as each description felt like deja vu. His muscles tensed making him freeze in shocking paralysis. He swore he was far away from Solace as he can possibly get, but even now on a new world it haunted him including all the people who were left to fight against it.

He winced out of his daze feeling a squeeze on his hand. Again, his brows narrowed in disbelief, and his jaws tightened causing his teeth to squeeze against eachother before speaking, "Darkun if you were to die you wouldn't be here; that's ludacris-"

Samael was on the edge of ranting the stupidity of the statemement before words dropped on him like a weight, "I'm a Nobody."

What? Was one he trusted, who he felt was an element as himself and a companion is admitting he was one of the creatures that even Darkun loathed, a nobody? The same creartures Darkun didn't trust? What was this supposed to mean, or in better words, what was Samael to do with a stats like that?

“You are… my heart”

Honey eyes hardened to stone at the words. He knew nobodies had a fixiation on hearts, but was that supposed to make him feel better? Was comparing him to what he lacked supposed to cushion that fact that one he declared a friend was feigning friendliness simply because he can't feel regardless? Was that all he wanted was his heart?

With the idea of every emotion being deceit, his glare intensified at the manipulation caused by the recent kiss. The mutant growled lowly before yanking his hand from the other to stand up quickly to create distance from them.

"Damn right I am," God's Poison hissed at the Nobody laying on the floor. It really irritated him to the point that his uneasiness made him hostile. One may say he was being hypocritical for his friendliness towards Amadeus, but that Nobody had always approached him as a peaceful nobody not a friend who decided to display false emotions and even stimulate his own through intimacy he can't even feel. In short, he felt used, but for what purpose, Samael rather not stick around to find out. He had been used prodominently all of his life, and it stopped now!

"So was there anything else you want to admit besides playing a damn masquerade the entire time, you sick apathetic asshole?" The mutant stomped away not even mentioning the kiss earlier, since it will just anger him more. His knuckles curled up tightly hearing his question ringing in his ears.

“Tell me… do you feel … anything? I need to know… if you can feel.”

Was that some kind of bloody test? Turning on his heels, Samael marched back to deliver a punch to the cheek. "Tell me...do you feel that."

Quickly he turned away to leave yet again.

[darkunslint]

Darkun was afraid that this would happen. “ I.” he kept stumbling over his words, they wouldn’t form right in his head.”

“So was there anything else you want to admit besides playing a damn masquerade the entire time, you sick apathetic asshole?"

Darkun froze, he was about to get up and stand next to Sam, try to calm him down, but those words stopped him in his tracks. He couldn’t hurt Sam anymore. “ I didn’t play a masquerade… I only just found out myself, I kept trying to tell you but you always seemed so… happy, and I didn’t want this too happen.” Darkun blinked a few times before slowly standing to his feet. “You know me better than anyone Sam. I hate nobodies, and I am not interested in your heart in that way… I want your heart… in the right way… The way that I thought you wanted mine if I had one.”

Darkun allowed his head to drop as Sam marched away, should he go after him? He was about to make that decision when Sam started walking towards him, fist clenched.

The punch was obvious, he saw it coming a mile away, and it could have been easily avoided, Sam wasn’t strong physically. Instead, Darkun stood there, allowing the fist to connect directly with his face, and is did so his nose made a loud crunching sound, and blood splattered over him and all down Sams arm. “Im sorry” was all he said to Sam before he began to march off again.

This could be allowed to happen. He faded into shadows before forming up about a metre or two in front of Sam. “ I understand that you hate me… So ill leave you alone. Just hear me out. I will protect you… always. I will protect your heart.” Darkun had begun to dissolve, slowly, the shadow manipulating nobody was turning into an ash like substance that was floating through the air, drifting around Sam in a spiral before disappearing into Sams shadow. If Sam wanted to say something, this would have been his last chance.

“I love you” were the last words hanging in the golden rays around Sam.